KINKY POETRY
Use Your Words
If you want something,
Ask for it.
Explicitly state your desire.
Get specific.
Tell me exactly what
You hope I will do to you.
Tell me exactly why
You want me to do it.
Tell me exactly
How it will make you feel.
I command you
To speak.
To express everything.
To use your words.
Any pleasure
You receive today
Must first come
From your mouth.
Only then
Will I consider giving it to you.
If you want something,
Ask for it.
Explicitly state your desire.
Get specific.
Tell me exactly what
You hope I will do to you.
Tell me exactly why
You want me to do it.
Tell me exactly
How it will make you feel.
I command you
To speak.
To express everything.
To use your words.
Any pleasure
You receive today
Must first come
From your mouth.
Only then
Will I consider giving it to you.
From Kink, Volume 2
My Little Kinker Bell
My Little Kinker Bell,
She told me I could
‘Look but
Not tell’.
She wanted me
To hold space
For her
‘No never place’.
She
Quietly asked me,
‘Would you dare
Touch me there?’
She bit her lip
And wiggled her hips,
And with tinkling giggle she spun and said,
‘Oh dear, I hope my dress doesn’t slip!’
With such a cute face,
How could I deny,
Teaching her the many ways
In which she was to comply?
I told her
In no uncertain terms
It’s time to grow up my Little Kinker Bell
It’s time for you to learn.
I told her to
Wear her wings,
Her costume with the bells
And other pretty things.
I told her that
If she wanted to earn my lust.
She’d be a good little pixie
And swallow some magic dust.
‘Come my dear
Take a seat on daddy’s lap,
First we’re gonna play,
Then I’ll put you down for your nap.’
My Little Kinker Bell,
She told me I could
‘Look but
Not tell’.
She wanted me
To hold space
For her
‘No never place’.
She
Quietly asked me,
‘Would you dare
Touch me there?’
She bit her lip
And wiggled her hips,
And with tinkling giggle she spun and said,
‘Oh dear, I hope my dress doesn’t slip!’
With such a cute face,
How could I deny,
Teaching her the many ways
In which she was to comply?
I told her
In no uncertain terms
It’s time to grow up my Little Kinker Bell
It’s time for you to learn.
I told her to
Wear her wings,
Her costume with the bells
And other pretty things.
I told her that
If she wanted to earn my lust.
She’d be a good little pixie
And swallow some magic dust.
‘Come my dear
Take a seat on daddy’s lap,
First we’re gonna play,
Then I’ll put you down for your nap.’
From Kink, Volume 2
Put On This Mask
planned sex is bad sex
but no sex is worse
so lay next to me baby
let’s throw off this curse
spontaneity is great
and passion the ideal
so lay beside me baby
and together let’s feel
put on this mask
pretend to be who you are not
see anew through the veil
and embody what you forgot
pose sway
move and play
preen ascend
and begin again
lose yourself in the moment
join me in this dance
a mask to cover the past
to give this moment a chance
grind upon my fingers
sit yourself upon my face
lay beside me baby
assume your rightful place
allow yourself to release
to do what you scarcely dared
behind that mask
you can lay it all bared
mind body and soul
let’s embrace it all
softly on the bed
then pinned against the wall
so cover your face
with lacy attire
lets play together
and reveal your desire
planned sex is bad sex
but no sex is worse
so lay next to me baby
let’s throw off this curse
spontaneity is great
and passion the ideal
so lay beside me baby
and together let’s feel
put on this mask
pretend to be who you are not
see anew through the veil
and embody what you forgot
pose sway
move and play
preen ascend
and begin again
lose yourself in the moment
join me in this dance
a mask to cover the past
to give this moment a chance
grind upon my fingers
sit yourself upon my face
lay beside me baby
assume your rightful place
allow yourself to release
to do what you scarcely dared
behind that mask
you can lay it all bared
mind body and soul
let’s embrace it all
softly on the bed
then pinned against the wall
so cover your face
with lacy attire
lets play together
and reveal your desire
Inspired by the Kink, Erotic Poetry & Fiction Collection
Tell Me
Tell me,
why is depravity so enticing?
Why do you feel so at ease
when you are on your knees?
Tell me,
why do you crave dominance?
Why do you feel most free
when you are bound by me?
Tell me,
why is pain your pleasure?
Why do you feel most satisfied
when you are being denied?
Tell me,
why you come back?
Why do feel most desired
when you are being defiled?
Tell me,
why is depravity so enticing?
Why do you feel so at ease
when you are on your knees?
Tell me,
why do you crave dominance?
Why do you feel most free
when you are bound by me?
Tell me,
why is pain your pleasure?
Why do you feel most satisfied
when you are being denied?
Tell me,
why you come back?
Why do feel most desired
when you are being defiled?
From Kink, Volume 1
Sexy Shakespeare
I’m
a word slut,
the thoughts come
so I write smut.
Sometimes tasteful
often not,
would you look at that
I’m a rhyme thot.
Puns
intended,
verbs
bended.
Always
offending,
to give
a happy ending.
I’m
top tier,
a
sexy Shakespeare.
Writing
erotica
for
the lot of ya!
I’m
a word slut,
the thoughts come
so I write smut.
Sometimes tasteful
often not,
would you look at that
I’m a rhyme thot.
Puns
intended,
verbs
bended.
Always
offending,
to give
a happy ending.
I’m
top tier,
a
sexy Shakespeare.
Writing
erotica
for
the lot of ya!
From Kink, Volume 3
Wild & Free
Use my body
to heal your mind,
as I use you
to heal in kind.
Physical pleasure
our bodies entwined,
dark desires
no longer confined.
Sensual expansion
freeing the soul,
take me now
make us whole.
Let’s play together
you and me,
never attached
just wild and free.
Use my body
to heal your mind,
as I use you
to heal in kind.
Physical pleasure
our bodies entwined,
dark desires
no longer confined.
Sensual expansion
freeing the soul,
take me now
make us whole.
Let’s play together
you and me,
never attached
just wild and free.
From Kink, Volume 3
She Wanted Me
She wanted me to ask
She wanted me to explore
She wanted me to speak
She wanted me to want more
She wanted me to command her
To tell her what was required
To tell her how to sit
To tell her she was desired
She wanted me to know
What was in her mind
What she wanted to do
What would make her spellbind
She wanted my inside her
Mind, body, and soul
She wanted me
To make her whole
She wanted me to ask
She wanted me to explore
She wanted me to speak
She wanted me to want more
She wanted me to command her
To tell her what was required
To tell her how to sit
To tell her she was desired
She wanted me to know
What was in her mind
What she wanted to do
What would make her spellbind
She wanted my inside her
Mind, body, and soul
She wanted me
To make her whole
From Kink, Volume 2
true dominance
true submission
is never
commanded
requested
or taken
no
it is freely given
and then dutifully accepted
with care
true dominance
is never
threatening
coercing
or manipulating
no
it is an understanding
of what power
actually is
true submission
is never
commanded
requested
or taken
no
it is freely given
and then dutifully accepted
with care
true dominance
is never
threatening
coercing
or manipulating
no
it is an understanding
of what power
actually is
From Kink, Volume 2
Internet Slut
I’m an internet slut,
attracting all the eyes,
hands down my pants,
satisfying the guys.
Getting paid,
following my pleasure,
doing what I like,
cumming at my leisure.
Don’t judge,
accept your jealousy,
you’re not as free,
nor sexy as me.
I know you wish,
secretly to copy,
because your efforts just,
leave your men floppy.
But they come back to me,
day after day,
with their time and attention,
oh yes and their pay.
You are too old-fashioned,
too prudish and afraid,
to embrace your sexuality,
and actually get laid.
So, call me a whore,
a trollop, or a tramp,
but we both know your sex game,
needs a serious revamp.
I’m an internet slut,
attracting all the eyes,
hands down my pants,
satisfying the guys.
Getting paid,
following my pleasure,
doing what I like,
cumming at my leisure.
Don’t judge,
accept your jealousy,
you’re not as free,
nor sexy as me.
I know you wish,
secretly to copy,
because your efforts just,
leave your men floppy.
But they come back to me,
day after day,
with their time and attention,
oh yes and their pay.
You are too old-fashioned,
too prudish and afraid,
to embrace your sexuality,
and actually get laid.
So, call me a whore,
a trollop, or a tramp,
but we both know your sex game,
needs a serious revamp.
From Kink, Volume 1